The Memoirs

The Memoirs of forgotten times
sweet times from a gone age
That opens up unhealed wounds
Bleeding again with the pain
Its not wound skin deep..
Wounds are deep inside Heart
Pain that passes along the spine
Drops that forms in the eyes
A weep that is caught in Throat
Those Colorful Feathers From a Dream
Shades of sorrow and Lighting smiles
The voice that was a lullaby once
Nothing left, but memoirs live
Yes, These are my memoirs
The Memoirs of Forgotten Times

Poems and articles by Dr Haroon Ashraf ©


In this blanketing darkness,
And the blowing wind,
Bringing the rain drops,
Through the open window,
Let me rest,
On this cold damp floor,
Staring upwards at the roof,
Which hids the shining stars of sky.
In this lonely cold night,
I’m alone with my thoughts.
My only friends, when I’m lost
Into the depths of unknown mist.
‘Will there be light’,
Who knows.
May be the darkness,
Lives for ever.
And the cold dissolves me,
Into that silence everywhere.
Let me rest here,
on this cold damp floor,
waiting for the eternity,
That keeps me wrapped forever.

Poems and articles by Dr Haroon Ashraf ©

Cholera & Love

The never used up resource,
Like the logs on banks,
Propelling the boat as fuel,
Up and down the stream.

My love,
Like a music that never ends,

Yes, I am florentino,
And only thing that propels me
Is the love for you,
Let it be years or decades,
I’ll wait here in the park,
With Violin in my Hands,
Waiting for a time,
When cholera blooms,
And a boat with yellow flag,
Sails up and down.

Poems and articles by Dr Haroon Ashraf ©

Care To Cure

Distances to go
Between Care and Cure
Distances Unexplored,
Unseen landscapes,
Mysteries not heard
Unknown is the path
Between Care and Cure
Care! Ah you can
Cure, Still a riddle
A perplexing riddle
Unanswered Darkness
From Care To Cure

Poems and articles by Dr Haroon Ashraf ©

Lost Beauty

I saw you as a dewdrop
Reflecting thousand suns
And shining in the morning
On the rose in garden
I wanted to pick you
To hold in my hands
You dropped into the ground
And dissolved into earth
In depths away from me
I saw you again in morning
Shining, as you were
I took care not to let you fall
And stared to see you again
But you evaporated
And rose into the air
And dissolved into the sky
In heights above me.

Poems and articles by Dr Haroon Ashraf ©

The Times

In the barriers of times
I wished to travel back
Towards the ‘Lake House’
Ah!, those glassed panes
Surrounded by the trees
Where you laid in my Arms
And the time pased by
Slippin through my Hands
And i wanted to tell
That Always I loved you
I just wanted to hear
That Voice sweet, for me
And to whisper in ears
You could have waited
Or Perhaps
I could Have waited
I wished to travel back
Through the Time
Which never turns Back
To the long lost Love
And my sweet waitings.

Poems and articles by Dr Haroon Ashraf ©

My Eternal Song

Let me scribble for you
The eternal song of love
Though you are too far
And my love is burried deep
Still in the warmth
Of my beating Heart
The love for you thrives
like the growth of buds
From the cut down tree
With roots going deep
Into my mind and Soul
Yes, I am the fool
Digging into the past
The past long gone
And never being undone
Still I hope for Impossible
For the past to Return
To Change the Present
Undo something done
And redo somethings better
And above all
For Loving you stronger
And to sing in your ear
The eternal song of love.

Poems and articles by Dr Haroon Ashraf ©

Annyan – The Stranger

I am a stranger amongst all
Stranger between the friends
Cause I speak
And they dont want to hear
cause I remind
What they wants to forget
I keep telling them
To remember the Ways
To remember the steps
All those things
From the forgotten past
Past that paved way
To this bright present
They sayIt is called ‘present’
Because it is a gift
But I told themIt is not a gift,
It is the outcomeOf heavy toil,
Done by those travelled before
Toils, you dont want to remeber
It cost wealth for some
It cost health for some
And life for yet another
Yes, I am the stranger
Who remembers all those
Strange things forgotten
Yes I am the fool
Who cannot go
Familiar ways of happy world.


ആദ്യം നാട്ടുകാര്‍
ഒരല്‍പം അകന്നു നിന്നു
മുന്‍പ് കാണാത്ത പോലെ
ഞാനെന്താ അന്യനോ?
നീയാരാ ഞങ്ങളെ നന്നാക്കാന്‍
എന്ന് കുട്ടുകാര്‍
നന്ദി മറന്നിരിക്കുന്നു
ഞാനവര്‍ക്ക്‌ ‘അന്യനാ’വുന്നോ ?
സമൂഹത്തെ നന്നാക്കാന്‍ ഇറങ്ങാതെ
നിനക്ക് സ്വന്തം കാര്യം നോക്കിക്കുടെ
എന്ന് പ്രണയിനി
അവള്‍ക്കും ഞാന്‍ ‘അന്യനാ’വുന്നു
നിന്റെ ആദര്‍ശങ്ങളില്‍ നിന്നു
പ്രവൃത്തികള്‍ ഒരുപാടകലുന്നു എന്ന് മനസാക്ഷി
ഒരു ഞെട്ടലോടെ ഞാനറിഞ്ഞു
എനിക്കും ഞാന്‍ ‘അന്യനാ’യിരിക്കുന്നു


Poems and articles by Dr Haroon Ashraf ©